Anybody Up For A Roleplay?
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Thread Topic: Anybody Up For A Roleplay?
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Space, Sector 34527844, Sometime In 2020...
The Aquatic Crusader Slowly Floated Across Space Towards Fred's Space Bar In Space. It Was A Hotspot For Travelers And Tourists In The Sector. Coincidentally The Bar Served An Earth Meal Called Pizza. The Bar's Owner, Fred, Once Went To Earth To Terrorize Some Of It's Residents With His Plate Like Space Ship. While There He Decided To Steal Some Earth Food And Stumbled Upon Pizza. He Now Goes To Earth Every Now And Again To Terrorize People And Steal The Ingredients For Pizza. This Pizza Became Fishbert Dolphstein's New Favorite Food. His Previous Favorite Food Being Shlaphob (A Delicacy From Dolphstein's Planet That Consists Of Shark Meat, Coral, And Sand Funnily Enough). For Fishbert, Today Was Just Your Average Quadremialtide (The Galactic Government's Word For Wednesday). “20 Meterkilos To Fred's Space Bar In Space,” A Robotic Voice In The Ship Said. “I Am Aware Of This, Computer,” Fishbert Replied. “I Have A Name You Know,” The Computer Said. “I Am Also Aware Of This,” Fishbert Replied. “10 Meterkilos To Fred's Space Bar In Space.” The Computer Said Again. “I Can See The Distance To My Destination Very Clearly On The Control Panel!” Fishbert Said In Frustration. “5 Meter...” “Stop!” “Sir, It Is My Job To Inform You Of Information I Find Important To Know,” The Computer Reminded. “Well, Instead Of Doing That How About You Tell Be Information I Find Important.” Fishbert Fired Back. “1 Meterkil...” “AAAAHHHH!!!!” The Aquatic Crusader Landed On A Parking Platform Stationed On An Astroid, Which Was Right Next To The Bar, Which Was Also On An Asteroid. “I'm Leaving, Don't Steal My Ship, Don't Let Anyone In, And Don't Do Anything I Wouldn't Do.” Fishbert Told The Computer As He Got Out Of His Chair And Walked Toward The Exit Of His Ship. -
(what's our post order?)
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Me, Whoever Posts After Me, Whoever Posts After That, Then Whoever Posts After That. Then We Repeat That Cycle.
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John was not the type of person to hang in, or around bars. It just wasn't his cup of tea. To many people, and way to many possible witnesses. He thanked the person who drove him here and waved them off. "Fred's Space Bar In Space." he muttered. So many good things had been said about this place, but John wasn't sure he wanted to believe, because as all robots, he was a skeptic.
He made his way to the front door, and grinned. This may be the perfect place after all. He collected and stepped inside the bar. The air smelled very fragrant, which was suprising for a bar. He looked around and saw almost every race of alien and robot. There was at least one bar fight going on, and two people passed out on the floor. He shook his head, and laughed slightly.
John continued to survey his surroundings, and before he knew it he had picked out his target, long before he sat down.
He decided his target would be a female alien, who looked to be in her early twenties. She had four horns on her head, and her skin was a bright iradescent blue. Every so often, green streaks sould appear on her skin and pulsate.
John turned to look at the bartebder and smiled. "One Aquameteor on the rocks...please." He placed his money on the counter, and continued to observe. This had to go down perfectly. -
* bartender
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(Fishbert Dolphstein XD)
Graithyr landed her ship, then entered the bar. Hardly of the people there seemed to be friendly folk. She sat down at a table by herself, and didn't order anything. She wasn't in need of any nourishment. She wanted to think, but couldn't. Not with the noise of the music, chatter, a couple of fights. So she just sat there, tuning every noise she could out. The beings there were quite an annoying lot. She wasn't on a mission at the current time, but was itching for one. -
Freckle walked into the bar, breathing deeply. She had to be cool. She had to make a good first impression. She couldn't go stumbling around like some dizzied cadet.
She took a seat beside someone who at first she thought was a human, but on closer inspection didn't seem so humanoid.
"One Galactical Delicacy, please," she told the bartender, who nodded and brought out a small cake like thing. She turned to the human-alien and sighed.
"So...how's it going?" she said, cringing as she did so. -
Fishbert Walked Down The Ramp Of His Ship To The Smoothed Rock Of The Asteroid. The Entire Bar Was Covered In A Specially Designed Shield That Allowed Objects To Pass Through, But Kept Oxygen In. This Was Convenient For Those Who Forget To Put On Helmets. Fishbert Then Began His Walk To The Small Rock Bridge That Led To The Asteroid Fred's Space Bar In Space Was At. Many People Complained About This Distance But Fishbert Didn't Mind It. He Quite Liked To Look Around The Area For Anything Interesting. Upon Entering The Bar He Saw A Whole Host Of Strange Characters. An Android Looking Quite Devious, Two Human Looking Beings, Though The One Looked Slightly Different Than The Other, A Drexiite (A Rock-Like Horned Human-Shaped Creature.) Who Was Quite Far From The Drexiite Home System, And Who Could Forget About Merf The Plant. He Is A Sentient Plant From The Agra System That Frequents The Bar. Fishbert Wasn't Fond Of Many Beings, But He Didn't Mind Being Around Merf The Plant. A Bartender, Who Had Just Finished Taking The Order Of The Human, Noticed Fishbert And Called Back Into The Kitchen, “Hey Fred! You Got A Visitor!” A Plump Green Humanoid With Four Arms And Bold Black Eyes Looked Out Of The Kitchen Door To See His Old Pal. “Fishbert! Hey Buddy!” Fred Greeted As He Walked Over To Fishbert. Another Being Fishbert Didn't Mind Being Around Is The Bar'd Owner Fred, Who Just So Happened To Be Fishbert's Brother's Father's Cousin's Roomate's Nephew. “Hello Fred.” Fishbert Said As He Walked Towards Fred. “Haven't Seen You In A While, What You Been Up To?” Fred Asked As He Hugged His Friend. “Just The Usual Cargo Runs Here And There.” Fishbert Replied. “Yeah, Yeah, Anyways Sit Down Sit Down, Please...” Fred Said As The Two Sat At A Nearby Table And Began To Talk.
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John took a sip of his drink, and sighed. The gears in his head were turning, but before he could make a move, someone sat beside him. He heard the lady speak and turned toward her. This was a conversation she didn't want to be having. He could read the thoughts and emotions that were clearly displayed on her face, but he decided to play along. "Just here for a drink. Nothing more, nothing less." He said, shrugging his shoulders as he downed the last bit of his Aquameteor. "And you my lady?"
As he waited for her response, he scanned his surroundings. Someone new had walked in, and was talking to someone who looked to be the owner of this place.
Oh, this isn't good at all. I have to come up with another plan.
John quickly snapped back into reality as soon as the lady started speaking. Hopefully, his intrusive thoughts weren't noticable. He seemed to be very good at hiding them. -
Graithyr snapped out of her thoughts, and decided to look at the people there. There were two strangers at a table across the room. She could tell they'd just met in the way they acted. But the male also had a calculating look on his face, so he was trying to figure something out. She glances over to where he was looking, and saw an alien hug a four-armed creature, which was most likely the owner of the place. She saw that they were friends. She didn't have friends. Only aquantances, enemies, employers, and victims.
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acquaintances*
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(You Still Out There Sprinkled?)
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(Spice, it's your turn.)
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(I'm here)
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After unsuccessfully trying to make acquaintances with the alien, she noticed Graithyr sitting alone.
'Can't hurt to try again,' she thought, approaching her slowly.
"So...what brings you here?" she said, attempting at a casual question.
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